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The Splinter Group
|Venue||A South Downs College class, Southern England|
|Agenda||To welcome a new class of learners|
|This report is classified PERSONAL - CONFIDENTIAL. If caught in the possession of this story, eat it!|
The new classmates eyed me up and down nervously.
I walked round, slowly, inspecting their guitars.
Suddenly I chanced on a ply-fronted guitar with a damaged front. The player had foolishly attempted to disguise the damage by keeping a plectrum in the split, but my eagle eye spotted the splintered fibres and I checked the severity of the damage.
"How did it happen?" I asked.
|Memo||Note to self - avoid meeting pupils in the dark outside the classroom|